Thriller Trainee

The white-haired young man went straight to the central gambling pool.

[This guy with white hair is a bit fierce, he went directly to the gambling table with 10,000 chips]

[Didn’t he only have 11,150 chips in his hand? It would be a shame if he lost one at the 10,000 gambling table]

[Awesome, courageous, I like this energetic guy! 】

There was a lot of discussion in the barrage, and the trainees standing near the central gambling pool also looked over.

If you want to gamble at an A-level gambling table, you must have a minimum of 10,000 chips.

To put it into perspective, one life is only 5,000 chips, and a B-level item is only 5,000. If you want to play a game here, you need at least two items or two lives, which is staggeringly expensive. As the barrage said, losing in this kind of bet would be really fatal.

The players who can gamble in the central gambling pool are all A-level or above, without exception. Occasionally, the other levels scattered around are also players who are above level three. They stand and watch from a distance and rarely come forward.

There is no doubt that the white-haired young man who came against the flow of people once again became the focus.

Because of the direction he was walking, because of the green C-level hanging on his chest, and because of his unforgettable appearance.

"It's interesting. Do you want to gamble at the A-level gambling table?"

An A-level trainee looked at this scene with cold eyes, "Speaking of which, I just heard that this C-level student saved his life directly at the front desk, and was appreciated by the instructor, who gave him 5,000 chips for free."

"Death? This newcomer is quite brave."

Another A-level smiled and said, "If you guessed it correctly, he should be the most outstanding one among the newcomers in this class."

"Isn't that right? How could it be so easy to get an S-level rating for the main system? Even us..."

Level A, who was sitting aside and listening to their conversation, suddenly got up from the sofa and said, "I'll go meet him."

The brown-haired and blue-eyed white man stood up and walked to the gambling table. All the trainees who blocked him along the way made way for him.

After he left, the other two A-levels on the sofa looked at each other.

"Why is Anthony so active today? Doesn't he usually stay by His Highness's side?"

Class A shrugged, "His Royal Highness seemed to be somewhat interested in this Class C before, and he specifically ordered someone to check it out before returning to the dormitory. As His Highness's only loyal dog now, it would be strange if Anthony didn't go up."

Indeed, at a time when His Highness had lost another right-hand man, Vincent, it was not incomprehensible for Anthony to rush forward to express his loyalty.

The A-level chuckled and stopped responding. Instead, he spent his free time watching from the sidelines, intending to watch a good show.

There are countless people who have the same idea as him.

Zong Jiu walked into the central gambling pool with brisk steps.

The decoration of the central gambling pool is extremely luxurious. Because the chips required to start a hand are high, there are only a few gambling tables scattered here and there. Each one is very far apart from each other. The open space in the middle is gradually staggered with luxurious sofas. Fruit snack towers and champagne lounges are not as dotted as the E-class areas.

In addition to these gaming tables that require 10,000 chips to start, there is another gaming table that is even more eye-catching.

It is located in the center of the casino, surrounded by gaming tables. A crystal chandelier hangs from the dome above the gaming table, almost as high as several floors, reflecting a soft, colorful light.

Countless panoramic cameras are aimed at this gambling table. Whether it is an endless loop of barrage viewers or a horror trainee in a Las Vegas casino, they can see this gambling table in the live broadcast room or on the screen inside the casino. The situation at the table.

It’s the famous no-limit table.

On the central gaming table, the chips required to start a hand are determined by the first dealer, and there is no upper limit on the maximum bet. It can be said that you can get rich in one game or lose your bottom in one game.

The action at the central gaming table can be seen from any area in Las Vegas, so few trainees dare to disturb it.

Zong Jiu's gaze paused briefly in the center.

The seven people surrounding the gambling table in the center were, without exception, all S-levels at the top level of the trainees.

They have now added up to the base price of 50,000 chips in this round, and the battle is so intense that it is staggering.

When Zong Jiu looked over, the black-haired man who had pressed the cards on the table looked up as if he was aware of it.

Facing the white-haired young man's gaze, his narrow black eyes slowly narrowed and he nodded towards him imperceptibly.

Zongjiu: "..."

He always felt that Zhuge An's smiling face was quite metaphorical, and even made him feel a little flattered and frightened.

Thinking back to his behavior in the mental hospital instance where someone took the blame, it was probably not a good sign.

The white-haired young man also returned a polite smile. His eyes passed over the blond saint next to Zhuge An and fell back to the A-level gambling table below.

What he didn't notice was that another man with dark gray hair happened to raise his eyes at this moment, and his dark red eyes glanced over thoughtfully.

After being shut out of the casino for so long, even though his hands are now in even better condition than at their peak, Zong Jiu is still a bit unwieldy. Fortunately, it seemed that his body was relaxed just now, but in fact, his fingers did not stop for a moment, and it was rare for him to regain his touch.

His goal this time was very clear. Whether he was risking his life, or testing carefully, and then going directly to the center of the gambling pool... Behind his seemingly reckless and impulsive actions, there was absolute confidence in his own strength.

After winning a game at the 10,000-chip table, Zong Jiu planned to go directly to the no-limit gambling table and play the big one. It would be best to make a lot of money while everyone relaxes their vigilance. .

Standing by the gambling pool, a waiter wearing a black and white tuxedo confirmed with him: "A-level gaming tables require a minimum of 10,000 chips to enter."

Zong Jiu raised the purple card in his hand and walked to the gambling table under the guidance of the waiter.

Different from the ordinary dealers at low-level gaming tables who wear white shirts and black vests, the dealers at high-level gaming tables wear more formal uniforms, with dark red skirt suits and neatly folded silk scarves. The only thing that remains the same is the stiff smile.

The trainees in the central gambling pool didn't show it on their faces, but in fact they were secretly watching the white-haired young man's entrance.

When Zong Jiu sat down, there were already five other players on the gaming table.

They leaned on the backs of their chairs one by one, with obvious arrogance on their faces, squinting at him, the C-level who was sitting among the A-levels.

The abnormally fair white man among them knocked on the table: "How come a C-level person is allowed to enter? Our table has just raised 20,000 chips."

"If I guess correctly——"

Anthony's green eyes with dark red eyes looked over, showing no sign of hostility on his part.

"He only has 10,000 chips in his hand, so he's not even qualified to play at our gambling table, right?"

The waiter following the white-haired young man quickly whispered: "Sorry, guest, this table is playing blackjack. The dealer has just raised the chips to 20,000. Could you please go to another table to start the game? Or continue to exchange chips temporarily with me?”

The central gambling pool is equivalent to the VIP area of ​​the entire Las Vegas. Each player here will be assigned an exclusive waiter when entering to ensure that each player can redeem in time when he does not have enough chips. This saves the time of queuing up at the front desk to redeem and quickly starts the game.

Good guy, it looks like I want to give him a blow.

Looking at the looks of people coming from all directions to watch the show, Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.

If he had to use chips, he wouldn't be able to temporarily mortgage his S-class props. Anyway, as long as you get more chips than before before the casino closes, the props will not be taken away.

He turned his back and spoke in a low voice to the waiter.

[It seems that these A-level bosses are determined to give newcomers a head start.]

[Actually, it’s normal. Think about it. Yesterday, there were less than ten trainees who received a single S-level evaluation in the entire A-level. An E-level suddenly got an S-level from the main system. They wanted to kill his prestige. That’s normal, right]

【normal? They have really gone through it like this. If they lose, they will lose their lives.]

[Just get used to it, the old rules of endless loops. It was okay that it was difficult to meet in the dungeon before, but now they have participated in the draft. In other words, everyone is a competitor. If an opponent really rises, it is best to strangle him in the cradle. Normal behavior]

[That is, survivors are not doing charity. This is a game full of competition and everyone is the enemy. When I look upstairs, I see a newcomer who has just joined Infinite Loop not long ago. Your life is in the hands of the main system, and you still expect others to be fair to you? Do you think the capitalists talked to you about fairness when they were squeezing you? 】

Infinite Loop has always been a place where the weak prey on the strong. It is cruel to the weak and fanatical about the strong. If you don't show enough strength, no one will ever think highly of you.

The people at the gaming table watched indifferently.

Everyone is here to watch the joke, no one will open a 10,000-chip gambling table again. This C-level must either find a way to collect 20,000 chips, or get out in despair.

Perhaps because he felt that this demonstration was not enough, another Class B who was standing aside and watching suddenly spoke.

"Not enough chips?"

His obscene eyes slowly swept across the beautiful face of the white-haired young man, "If you are willing to let the big guys play together, it is not impossible for everyone to help you get this bargaining chip."

The people watching at the gambling table burst into laughter.

"How about it? Not bad, ten thousand chips is equivalent to two lives."

"Don't say it's good, even the most expensive top brands can't enjoy this price."

Although this sallow-faced B-level man opened his mouth at Anthony's signal, his eyes as he looked at the young man became more and more wanton.

Just at this moment, the waiter turned around and respectfully opened the stool in front of the gaming table for Zong Jiu.

The white-haired young man threw the purple card in front of the dealer. The card drew a graceful arc in the air and landed in front of the dealer. The electronic frame that appeared showed that there was still 30,000 in the card.

Thirty thousand!

The onlookers were all shocked, showing expressions of disbelief.

It was obvious that just now, this white-haired man had only a little over 10,000 in chips. How could it possibly reach 30,000 in just a few minutes? !

The B-class who just made rude remarks couldn't believe it. He looked at the white-haired young man and the waiter behind him and whispered.

I don’t know what Zong Jiu said to the waiter, but after the conversation ended, the young man curled his mouth and moved his elbows slightly.

The next moment, something that was difficult to catch with the naked eye came through the space with lightning speed, cutting through the cold air like an arrow.

"ah--"

Class B screamed, fell to his knees, and covered the aorta in his neck.

The blood flowing from his fingers was surging wildly, and he couldn't even cover it, and was about to spurt into a stream.

Behind him, the blood stained with the murder weapon was quietly lying on the carpet.

The clown on the joker grinned, and the bright red at the corners of his lips blended with the blood on the edge of the card, adding a bit of weirdness. It also made the corners of the mouth of the man who manipulated the puppet silk in the endless dark space widen.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

As we all know, although the main system did not say it, there is definitely a severe punishment for openly hurting people in Las Vegas.

The waiter standing behind Zong Jiu also spoke at this time: "According to the rules, intentional injury is not allowed in Las Vegas. The trainee has been deducted 10,000 chips as a punishment."

The 30,000 on the card suddenly decreased by 10,000, and the remaining 20,000 was frozen by the dealer as the entrance fee for this game.

"I hope every owner can tie up his barking dog."

The young man's cold voice slowly sounded: "It's really expensive to buy a dog's life with 10,000 chips."

"I'm not willing to dirty my hands every time."